Back in the Stone Age…like 1973 or somewheres…Hef and his go-to, PG-13-rated wack factory featured a skinny Scandinavian blonde with giant naturals named Liv or Hedgarthe or something. Ever since those stained pages, we’ve had a weakness for willowy tufts of golden, silken strands upon a pale mons pubis….lying below preternaturally preeminent torpedoes.

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.We aspired to meet one of these beauties (or both of them) for years…but never bagged one despite hundreds of expeditionary pursuits — none, unfortunately to Iceland or Sweden.

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These days, we simply admire these delicious aberrations of nature from afar. And “from afar” we mean whenever we’re viewing one of these on a daily basis: